One special memory is very…

One special memory is very vivid when I was a youngster. Coming from the lower east side of Manhattan, we weren’t anywhere close to any beach or swimming pools. We were too young to travel to the beach by ourselves. So, on really hot evenings, the older men in the neighborhood would turn on the fire hydrants and sometimes put a hollowed out garbage can over it, so the water would spray up. And we would all take turns running under the rushing water. Many times, we slipped and hurt ourselves, but it was all worth it JUST to get wet on a hot sticky summer night in New York.